You know.

[This comes after two floors of silence, which is apparently about as much patience as she has for the silent treatment.]

It's not like there are a lot of people climbing the walls to get out here and do this. So your options at this point are either live with a ship full of rotting bodies until someone else decides to take care of it, do it all yourself, or at least act like you know how to hold a conversation and talk to me. Even if it's to tell me to shut the fuck up.

Cold shoulder is the pussy route, man.